Nothing in my head, but Levi trying PDA for the first time.
It was snowing. The air was chilly, and the wind stung your face as you braced through the cold. Most of the cadets were back home to celebrate Christmas, but a few of you stayed back to stand by (and of course, without a home to go back to).
Nanaba, Miche, Levi and you were tasked to shop for some extra food for the Christmas and Levi's birthday celebration. Although you insisted that Levi should stay back but he came anyway. You were fresh in your relationship with Levi. Only Erwin and Miche were suspecting you were together, but Levi never said anything about it and you hesitated to tell.
After the cashier rang up everything, Nanaba was busy counting the change, you stood by the side of the road, each hand carrying a bag of goods, staring at the bakery's display window. There was a diversity of cakes, breads, tarts and fruit danishes on showcase. The window is slightly fogged up with the warmth of the fresh baked goods, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked danishes seeped through the slit of the door.
There was not enough budget for a cake large enough for all the cadets that stayed back, so it was decided to settle for butter cookies instead. Miche was paying up for the cookies inside the bakery. You could see his silhouette inside by the cashier, making small talks about something.
Just then, you felt a palm slid into yours. You turned to find Levi standing next to you, staring at the bakery's window as well. Your palm in the thin glove could feel the warmth of Levi's skin. You looked down to make sure what you felt was real. And yes, he was holding your hand in public. Levi squeezed your palm and you looked up at him. He was watching you with his head tilted to the side. "Anything you want from here?" He nodded his head toward the bakery.
"N-no, we've got everything." You swallowed nervously. Levi's eyes bore into yours, "not from the list for the brats, anything you want from the bakery?" You felt your cheeks heat up and you averted your gaze from his face toward the bakery.
"I'm fine!" You blurted out too fast. From your side eye, you could see Levi nodded. Before you could react, Levi took the bag from your hand and turned around. Nanaba, who was standing behind you, was stunned by what she just saw. Levi took another bag from you and walked away. You quietly followed behind. Miche exited the bakery and raised his eyebrows at Nanaba.
Nanaba mouthed "I saw them holding hands!" Miche eyes widened in surprise, shrugged and said "you owe my 5 bucks, Nanaba."
Levi Catching You Cutting Your Own Bangs (P.S It's Terrible)
With your tongue poking out in concentration, you finally finish cutting your own bangs. It started with a video online, a DIY tutorial that made it look so easy and pretty. then, one impulsive decision brings you here.
you pat your bangs down, leaning closer to the mirror to admire the result.
...scratch that. you mourn the result.
“oh no…” you gasp, hand flying to your mouth in disbelief. it’s a disaster. jagged ends, uneven lengths. it basically looks like a five year old cut it with their eyes closed. you’re torn between bursting into laughter and crying on the spot.
“what happened—oh.”
Levi’s voice comes from behind the bathroom door as it creaks open. his head peeks out, and for once every blue moon, he’s visibly stunned. eyes wide, one hand hovering near his mouth, as if unsure how to react.
you immediately cover your bangs. “you scared me,” you mutter, turning slightly away as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
“sorry,” he says, stopping a few feet away. “i heard you gasp and thought maybe you’d injured yourself.” then, with a slight tilt of his head, he asks, “trying a new look?”
you nod sheepishly and sigh. after a moment’s hesitation, you force your hand down and motion toward your forehead with a weak little “tada,” followed by a nervous chuckle.
Levi doesn’t say a word. His face gives away nothing. he just stares at the abomination that is your bangs, completely silent.
“it’s that bad, huh?” you ask, your voice small.
he hums, stepping closer. “it’s that bad,” he agrees, honest as ever. but then, without another word, he places a hand gently at the back of your head and presses a kiss to your forehead, right over your messed up bangs, as if attempting to comfort you when he lacks the word to.
Pls I’m such a sucker for Levi using terms of endearment this was wonderful-
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Content ~ Levi Ackerman x gn!reader. SFW.
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“Thank you, sweetheart.”
You froze with your hand hovering over the fresh cup of tea you’d just sat on his desk, the steam warming and moistening your palm.
“‘Sweetheart?’ Since when do you call me nicknames?”
“‘Sweetheart’ isn’t a nickname, it’s a term of endearment. N/n is your nickname, Y/n,” Levi looked up from his stack of folders to meet your widened gaze with a raised brow.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll never say it again.”
“No! No, ‘sweetheart’ is nice!” You bashfully grinned, bending at the waist to peck his cheek lovingly.
I like the idea of Levi keeping something of yours on him (you’re still alive) just to think of you when you’re separated on expeditions. Idk like a rock you said you thought was pretty or something.
oh yes… actually i’d love to hear from others what levi would keep. he would do this.
i actually wonder where levi squad (the “special operations” squad) generally is in the formation. i mean i have been OBSESSED with understanding how it works lately. during the 57th levi was in the center but that was in order to protect eren. logistical maps of the formation ie from the guidebook and manga establish 4 squads, and there are 2 section commanders plus erwin. levi could be in charge of reconnaissance which is all the outer squads but i can’t imagine him in front of erwin’s squad so maybe he’s in the squad behind erwin’s but in front of the wagons. which conveniently would be the best place to receive recon or break off in the event of an emergency. but as a result unless ~we~ are an elite solider, we’d probably be separated constantly i think.
levi trusts your survival skills, partly because he would push you so hard during routine training. (and yes he would involve himself when possible.) but he can never know with 100% certainty, ever, so he would (silently) worry like crazy if given a reason to.
i’m very much imagining a black flare being fired from a direction he knows you’re in. and one abnormal is probably considered more dangerous than 2+ regular titans?
the possibility would eat away at him until the sc stopped for the night somewhere.
The iron mis-shape was clenched snugly in his fist. Just a stupid rock, but…
“Which route are we taking tomorrow, you think?” Petra asked.
Everyone on his squad was going to bicker about this (even Eld despite his repeated statements that he was above it). Levi always memorized the plan, but after the attack today, who knew?—and he didn’t need another unknown on his mind.
He adjusted himself in his saddle, his eyes straying left. The dip in the ridge was still small, and it wasn’t like anyone would bat an eye at Levi taking extra safety precautions. The formation had condensed back into one group, and was now trickling a little more than single-file up a ridge. (It was inconvenient, but protected enough.)
He motioned to Eld to fall in line with everyone else, who silently nodded. He silently broke away from his squad to observe.
He took a steadying breath. The humidity wasn’t leaving, even as the sun cast its spectacular setting colors across the sky.
After this… he made himself look forward to being pleased to be out of the sun for any length of time after the sweltering heat of today. He knew this base particularly well—a castle, where he had realized what the Scout Regiment might mean to him (which at that time had meant nothing). Just the next day, that freak-storm hit, and his squad was obliterated. Along with them.
He didn’t like remembering that. He was more on-edge than ever, scanning faces beside his barely-controlled breathing.
However deeply entrenched in his head he was, nothing would get by him, certainly not his current top priority. A weight he hadn’t realized was pressing on his chest leapt off when your eyes found his in passing, with a soft smile reserved for him forming across your lips. You were alive. As were each member on your squad from what he could remember. He had stopped memorizing faces years ago.
Yours was one he desperately didn’t want to forget.
“Just… come back to me,” I pleaded. “I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”
We were at Levi’s office. He was getting the last of his things before he left to take Zeke to a secret location, away from everyone.
“It won't,” he stated without hesitation, but it did little to quiet the voice in my head that kept repeating that something would go wrong. “I’ll come back to you.”
He placed a kiss on the crown of my head. “I promise.”
I watched him leave with a heavy heart and a million words unsaid.
How about number 5 with Levi? You can choose the scenario :)
Hi Klara! I hope you enjoy this little drabble I wrote for you. ^_^
Please (Me)
5. Tell me what you want
Levi x fem!reader
C/W: NSFW, Minors do not interact! arranged marriage, loss of virginity, oral (fem receiving)
Freedom. To choose what you want, where to go, who to love.
These were luxuries you’d never been given, your family made sure of that. You lived to serve them and now that you were of marriageable age, you would serve a new master - a husband chosen by your father.
Levi Ackerman.
You’d only met him a few times before the ceremony; handsome, but quiet and stoic. His eyes were piercing, as if he could see right through you, but there was something else there..you just couldn’t put a finger on it. Your family teased that you wouldn’t last a week with him - his fierceness was that well-known.
The first night, you sat nervously on the bed, your sheer white nightgown hanging loosely off your body. Levi sat next to you and when he reached out to touch your cheek, you flinched. You didn’t mean to…it was just habit.
Levi sighs, then lays down and pulls the covers over him.
“Are we not..” you can’t even finish the sentence.
He turns to look at you. “I won’t force myself on you. I want you to come to me of your own accord.” He blows out the candle next to him. “Goodnight.”
You spend the subsequent days learning the rules and manners of your new home as well as your new husband. You discover that although he is strict, he treats everyone with respect; he takes you to town to buy you new clothes, that you get to choose yourself. No one had ever done that for you before; in fact, he asks your opinion on a great number of things, encouraging you to be more confident. Like a budding flower, you open up more and more every day, and every evening, when you sleep beside him, he never lays a hand on you.
But oh, how you want him to now.
You wait for him in the bedroom and as he enters, you stand up and unlace the tie of your nightgown, letting it fall to the ground and revealing your naked body before him.
“What’s this?” He asks as his eyes move up to meet yours.
“I…I’m ready..” you answer meekly. You’ve never been touched by a man but even the thought of it now - of being touched by him - sends a heat through your body you’ve never known.
He moves toward you and cups your flushed cheek. This time, you don’t flinch. He kisses you, gently at first, but when you open your mouth his tongue eases its way inside, mingling with yours. His hands move over your body: cupping your breasts then moving down to your hips, and you feel like every part of you is on fire. You fumble with the buttons of his shirt but before you can take it off, he’s lifted you up and carried you to the bed. He hovers over you as he pulls his shirt off, then begins to kiss your neck, moving up to you ear.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is like velvet, “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you.” Your answer barely a whisper. “I want you to make love to me, Levi.”
Levi smirks as he kisses down your neck. “I will..” he growls as his mouth moves over your body, marking you along the way, “but first, I want to taste my wife.”
He moves down between your legs and you feel his hot breath. “Beautiful..” is all he utters before he starts licking your folds softly. You’ve never experienced such sensations, and you immediately feel your body reacting to him. He sucks on your clit and you arch your back; without thinking, your hand goes to grip his hair, but you let go quickly.
“I’m sorry..”
He stops to look at you. “If you want to pull my hair, then pull it. Don’t apologize for taking what you want.” He dives back between your legs, his tongue lapping and flicking at such a speed, your mind can barely process the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. Both hands go down to his head and grips his hair tight, your legs pressing tighter around him only seems to urge him on. Suddenly, you feel a pulsing sensation growing more and more from your core and spreading throughout your entire body.
“Levi..” you whimper, as your climax rises and falls. Levi continues to lap up your juices, stimulating you even more. When he raises his head, his mouth is glistening and he wipes with the back of his hand. He takes off his trousers and you see your husband naked for the first time: toned muscles leading to his erection.
“Do you want my cock?” He asks as he positions himself on top of you. You bite you lower lip and shake your head, but that’s not enough for Levi. “Use your words - tell me.”
“I-I want your cock. I want you inside me…please.”
He eases himself inside you slowly and watches your face for any pain or discomfort. “Relax…breathe…” he instructs as he moves his cock further in, then pulling out slightly. Your head caged in by his arms, he kisses you as moans escape your lips. The initial discomfort subsides, and what is left is utter pleasure; each thrust a little harder, a little deeper.
“Faster, Levi,” you whisper, your hunger for him growing. He responds by snapping his hips against you. “That’s my girl, telling me her desires.” He lifts up and pushes you knees into your chest, his cock disappearing inside of you and hitting a spot that sends a wave of euphoria through you each time. You feel light headed, intoxicated by the look in his eyes, the feel of his body against yours. If your first orgasm was a pulsing then your second is an explosion - the shockwaves spread through you and you scream out his name. “Levi! Don’t stop!”
He follows your command, but when he feels you tighten around him, his steady pace falters and he cums inside you, finally collapsing on your chest.
You wrap your arms around him and kiss him. “Can we do that again?”
He smiles. “I’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”
